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Move over, Bridget Jones’s diary: She’s back, and this time she’s texting and tweeting. . . Fourteen years after landing Mark Darcy, Bridget’s life has taken her places she never expected. But despite the new challenges of single parenting, online dating, wildly morphing dress sizes, and bafflingly complex remote controls, she is the same irrepressible and endearing soul we all remember—though her talent for embarrassing herself in hilarious ways has become dangerously amplified now that she has 752 Twitter followers. As Bridget navigates head lice epidemics, school-picnic humiliations, and cross-generational sex, she learns that life isn’t over when you start needing reading glasses—and why one should never, ever text while drunk. Studded with witty observations about the perils and absurdities of our times, Mad About the Boy is both outrageously comic and genuinely moving. As we watch her dealing with heartbreaking loss and rediscovering love and joy, Bridget invites us to fall for her all over again.
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Oh,, oh...the ending..I can't stop these feels from coming!!!
I was hesitant in the beginning, judging poor Helen on her writing form! But found 'self' liking it more and more for every chapter, Bridget is somewhat of a teen stuck in a grown woman's body, or maybe this is a wake up call for every generation that your feelings and ways of thinking does not really change depending on your age? Only your actions and their consequences...
I heart me some British Middle-Aged Jonesey with a Strange Behavior, bog off with the rest. When I am 52 years old I hope I'll be half as funny and cool as Bridget Jones, marvelous work.
*takes a bow for Helen Fielding*